After what seemed like the turning of a sun and moon, the lady and the man and the kids came back. After a quick walk outside, they opened the car door. Betty loved to ride in the car. She jumped right in. They had placed a soft circle bed in the middle of the backseat and she turned around and around on it while the boy and girl got into the car on either side of her.
They had a thick rope with knots on either end and she sniffed and chewed at it, but it didn’t really interest her. She like to look up out the windows, lay her paw or chin on a warm lap, and drift along with the car. She particularly loved car rides because nobody got up and wandered off, or walked away. Everyone was together, right where you could smell and see and touch them.
There are dogs that live their whole lives in one house, or cage, or farm. But Betty didn't care about buildings. All she wanted was in that car, held still with her. If she stretched herself out just so, she could touch the girl's leg with her paw and rest her chin on the boy's lap. She drifted to sleep again, dreaming of a giggling little girl and a boy who was twirling his hair.
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